Death Threat — текст песни (Superjoint Ritual)

I flipped a switch, I know it wouldn`t take long, you could
Time me like whore. If I had six, you`d swear I had a
Thousand, you can mop me up in the morning
(chorus)
Cold, then fire, then cold, it`s relentless
The headache of old, is the last of the importance, I`ll have
And their then another, its to late to stop the glut.
I`ll go till my eyes roll shut, I`m fucked.
(chorus)
Desperate buck, a spinning room, awake lost, across the street
Pathetic luck, split lips, a broken wrist, a death threat.